On the Edge

The precipice

I stand on the edge

Of the precipice

I bite my lip

And wring my hands

*

I feel the thin sweat

On my forehead

My heart beats

A million a minute

*

My legs are suddenly

Made of rubber

200 butterflies flutter

Non-stop in my tummy

*

I feel the fear

But on my tiptoes

I stand on the edge

Of the precipice…

… and I jump.

 *

©Mugethi Gitau

13/01/12

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